Quotes - GoldenEye
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Ourumov: Throw down your weapons and come out with your hands above your head.
James Bond: How original.
Caroline: James, is it really necessary to drive quite so fast?
James Bond: More often than you realise.
Alec Trevelyan: For England, James.
Moneypenny: You know, this kind of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.
James Bond: And what's the penalty for that?
Moneypenny: Some day, you'll have to make good on your innuendos.
Q: Need I remind you, 007, that you have a license to kill - not to break the traffic laws!
James Bond: I must say, I've had a lovely evening.
Xenia Onatopp: Well, once again the pleasure was all yours.
Xenia Onatopp: You don't need the gun.
James Bond: Well, that depends on your definition of safe sex.
Xenia Onatopp: Enjoy it while it lasts.
James Bond: Those are the very words I live by |
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Jack Wade: His name's Zukovsky. Tough mother. Big guy with a limp.
James Bond: Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky?
Jack Wade: Yeah, you know him?
James Bond: I gave him the limp.
Alec Trevelyan: Hello, James, what an unpleasant surprise.
James Bond: We aim to please.
Valentin Zukovsky: Walther PPK, 7.65 millimeter. Only three men I know use such a gun. I believe I've killed two of them.
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Natalya Simonova: What else do you call your bottom?
James Bond: What?
Natalya Simonova: It's Boris' password, he plays word games. It's what I sit on but I don't take it with me.
James Bond: Chair.
Alec Trevelyan: What can't you just be a good boy and die?
James Bond: You first. [To Onnatopp] You second...
Natalya Simonova: Do you destroy every vehicle you get into?
James Bond: Standard operating procedure.
Alec Trevelyan: Oh, please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.
Dimitri Mishkin: So, how shall we execute you, Mr Bond?
James Bond: What, no small talk? No chit-chat? You know, that's the problem these days. No one bothers to take the time to give a really sinister interrogation.
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Q: A typical leather belt...
James Bond: Q, I am familiar with that device.
Natalya Simonova: How can you be so cold?
James Bond: It's what keeps me alive.
Natalya Simonova: No. It's what keeps you alone.
Caroline: You are just trying to show off the size of your...
your um...
James Bond: Engine?
Caroline: Ego.
Alec Trevelyan: Spare me the Freud. I might as well ask if all those vodka martinis silence the screams of all the men you've killed... or if you've found forgiveness in the arms of all those women, for the ones you failed to protect?
Alec Trevelyan: I set the timers for six minutes. The same six minutes that you gave me.
Natalya Simonova: What does that mean?
James Bond: We have three minutes.
Natalya Simonova: What is it with you and moving vehicles?
Alec Trevelyan: The man just won't take a hint!
James Bond: Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Alec Trevelyan: No - you're supposed to die for me.
James Bond: I trusted you, Alec.
Alec Trevelyan: Trust? What a quaint idea.
M: Unlike the America government, we prefer not to get our bad news from CNN.
James Bond: She always did enjoy a good squeeze! |
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Jack Wade: Now, let me get this straight Jimmy - you shot him in the leg, you stole his car, you took his girl. And now you want Valentin Zukovsky to set you up with Janus?
James Bond: Yes
Jack Wade: Well what are you going to do, appeal to his heart?
James Bond: No, his wallet.
Q: Oh, grow up 007!
Miss Moneypenny: M authorizes you to observe Miss Onatopp but stipulates no... contact without prior approval. End transmission, Moneypenny. Good night, James. I trust you'll stay... Onatopp of things?
Alec Trevelyan: In 16 minutes and 43 sec... no, 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will re-enter the Stone Age.
Bill Tanner: Seems your hunch was right, 007. It's too bad the Evil Queen of Numbers wouldn't let you play it...
M: [enters] You were saying?
Bill Tanner: No, no, I was just...
M: Good. Because if I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.
[Breaking into a Russian base through the men's bathroom]
James Bond: Beg your pardon, forgot to knock.
Alec Trevelyan: Why can't you just be a good boy and die?
James Bond: You first.
Q: Now, here's something I'm particularly proud of: behind the headlights, stinger missiles!
[After detonating the explosive pen]
Q: Don't say it...
James Bond: The writing's on the wall? |
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[Arming the GoldenEye]
Alec Trevelyan: God save the Queen.
[Preparing to kill Bond]
Xenia Onatopp: This time, Mr. Bond, the pleasure will be all mine.
Dimitri Mishkin: Russia may have changed but the penalty for terrorism is still death!
James Bond: [referring to Ourumov] And what's the penalty for treason?
M: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts.
James Bond: The thought had occurred to me.
Valentin Zukovsky: My knee aches every single day! Twice as bad when it is cold. Do you have any idea how long the winter lasts in this country?
Alec Trevelyan: See you in hell, James.
Alec Trevelyan: For England, James?
James Bond: No. For me.
Boris Grishenko: I am invincible!
M: [to Bond] I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you. |
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Alec Trevelyan: We're both orphans, James. But while your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. My father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
M: If you don't think I have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong.
General Ourumov: Use the bumper! That's what it's for!
James Bond: In London, April's a spring month.
Jack Wade: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it.
Valentin Zukovsky: James Bond. Charming,
sophisticated secret agent. Shaken, but not stirred.
James Bond: Out on some kind of fashion assignment, dressing to kill?
Miss Moneypenny: I know you'll find this crushing, 007, but I don't sit at home every night praying for some international incident so I can run down here all dressed up to impress James Bond. I was on a date, if you must know, with a gentlemen. We went to the theater together.
James Bond: Moneypenny, I'm devastated.
Alec Trevelyan: Bond is alive?
General Ourumov: He escaped.
Alec Trevelyan: Good for Bond. Bad for you. |
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James Bond: Alec?
Alec Trevelyan: Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the memorial wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?
[Referring to Q's pen-bomb gadget]
James Bond: They always said the pen was mightier than the sword.
Q: Thanks to me they were right!
Alec Trevelyan: So, what's the choice, James? Two targets - time enough for one shot: the girl or the mission?
Alec Trevelyan: Hilarious question, particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes, only to come home: "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed."
